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I feel inadequate
Just for the hell of it
You crave danger
Purely for the smell of it,
and I'm out cold
Wondering why you spend hours on the phone
My voice?
You don't remember it
So easily replaceable
You lied,
and said my eyes were unmistakable
When you wished somebody else was looking at you
Tell me they don't compare to me too
I feel inadequate
Just for the hell of it
You crave danger
Purely for the smell of it,
and I'm out cold
Wondering why you spend hours on the phone
My voice?
You don't remember it
So easily replaceable
You lied,
and said my eyes were unmistakable
When you wished somebody else was looking at you
Tell me they don't compare to me too
About the Creator
Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
All work is copyrighted, and is my own.



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